Dark roasted coffee notes, and rich hazelnuts. It’s dark, and everything is spinning. Time is out of joint. Spice! Cream! Apple! Coffee: there’s so much and yet not enough!
There’s no actual coffee here…
How long have I stood here over this cup?
And what… what is this I’m looking at? It, it can’t be… What have I done?
/a deep charismatic voice whispers from across a nameless abyss, ‘this is my design’/
My cup shatters.